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Side 15
... heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless ; so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with ...
... heads to the sky . As yet the trembling year is unconfirm'd , And Winter oft at eve resumes the breeze , Chills the pale morn , and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless ; so that scarce The bittern knows his time , with ...
Side 25
... head , where purple violets lurk , With all the lowly children of the shade : Or lie reclin'd beneath yon spreading ash , Hung o'er the steep , whence , borne on liquid wing The sounding culver shoots , or where the hawk B High in the ...
... head , where purple violets lurk , With all the lowly children of the shade : Or lie reclin'd beneath yon spreading ash , Hung o'er the steep , whence , borne on liquid wing The sounding culver shoots , or where the hawk B High in the ...
Side 29
... heads Of the coy choristers that lodge within , Are prodigal of harmony . The thrush And wood - lark , o'er the kind contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweeetest length Of notes ; when list'ning Philomela deigns To let ...
... heads Of the coy choristers that lodge within , Are prodigal of harmony . The thrush And wood - lark , o'er the kind contending throng Superior heard , run through the sweeetest length Of notes ; when list'ning Philomela deigns To let ...
Side 31
... head Of wand'ring swain the white - wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn , To tempt him from her nest . The wild duck , hence , O'er the rough moss , and o'er the ...
... head Of wand'ring swain the white - wing'd plover wheels Her sounding flight , and then directly on In long excursion skims the level lawn , To tempt him from her nest . The wild duck , hence , O'er the rough moss , and o'er the ...
Side 34
... head , And by the well known joy to distant plains Attracted strong , all wild he bursts away ; O'er rocks , and woods , and craggy mountains flies ; And , neighing , on the aërial summit takes Th ' exciting gale ; then , steep ...
... head , And by the well known joy to distant plains Attracted strong , all wild he bursts away ; O'er rocks , and woods , and craggy mountains flies ; And , neighing , on the aërial summit takes Th ' exciting gale ; then , steep ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
Aaron Hill amid Apennine Autumn beam beauty beneath blank verse blast blaze bliss bloom bosom boundless breast breath breeze bright CASTLE OF INDOLENCE clouds deep delight descends dreadful E'en earth ether ev'ry exalts fair fair brow fancy fierce flame flocks flood gale gentle gloom glowing grace grove happy heart heaven herds hills JAMES THOMSON light luxury matchless maze mind mingled mix'd mountains Muse Nature Nature's night o'er passions peace plain poison'd pomp pride race rage rais'd rapture rills rise roar rocks roll round rous'd rural scene season shade shake shining shoot Sir George Lyttelton Sir Spencer Compton smile snow soft song Sophonisba soul spreads Spring storm stream stretch'd swain sweet swelling swift tempest tender thee Thomson thou thought thunder toil vale vex'd virtue walk waste wave wide wild winds wing Winter wintry wonders woods youth
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Side 150 - Works in the secret deep, shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day ; Feeds every creature, hurls the tempest forth, And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Side 84 - All ether softening, sober Evening takes Her wonted station in the middle air; A thousand shadows at her beck. First this She sends on earth ; then that, of deeper dye, Steals soft behind; and then a deeper still, In circle following circle, gathers round, To close the face of things. A fresher gale Begins to wave the wood, and stir the stream, Sweeping with shadowy gust the fields of corn ; While the quail clamours for his running mate.
Side 17 - In all the colours of the flushing year, By Nature's swift and secret-working hand, The garden glows, and fills the liberal air With lavish fragrance; while the promis'd fruit Lies yet a little embryo, unperceiv'd, Within its crimson folds.
Side 151 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills, And let me catch it as I muse along.
Side xiv - Father of light and life, Thou Good Supreme ! O teach me what is good ; teach me Thyself ! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit ; and feed my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss...
Side 148 - Tis come, the glorious morn ! the second birth Of heaven and earth ! awakening Nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life In every heighten'd form ; from pain and death For ever free.
Side 150 - And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In Winter awful THOU ! with clouds and storms Around THEE thrown, tempest o'er tempest roll'd.
Side 148 - See here thy pictur'd life ; pass some few years, Thy flowering Spring, thy Summer's ardent strength > Thy sober Autumn fading into age, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, And shuts the scene.
Side 151 - A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise, — whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, — whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints, Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon.
Side 131 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...